ancient style poetry
inquire anchorite fail to achieve one's success
访隐者不遇
Zhao Rusui
Two axillary by the west wind, send me high Cen.
Bamboo root of a spring pass, stone paths million Musen.
There are hermit home, lost house cranberry invasion.
Mountain Air were gone, the cloud hanging over the wall piano.
I'm waiting out the two cranes, ingratiation pecking clothing Gum.
Quite tired of entertaining for a long time, fled can not find.
Who is going with Hill, the moon rising forest.
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